Little Green Apples (In the Style of Frank Sinatra) (Instrumental Only)

Little Green Apples (Instrumental Only|In the Style of Frank Sinatra|純音樂) - Singer's Edge Karaoke

Written by：Russell Robert L

And I wake up

In the morning

With my hair down

In my eyes

And she says hi

And I stumble

To the breakfast table

While the kids

Are going off

To school goodbye

And she reaches out

Takes my hand

Squeezes it says

How you feelin' hon

And I look across

At smiling lips

That warm my heart

And see the morning sun

And if

That's not lovin' me

Then all

I've got to say

God didn't make

Little green apples

It don't rain

In indianapolis

In the summertime

There's no such thing

As dr seuss

Disneyland

And mother goose

Is no nurs'ry rhyme

God didn't make

Little green apples

It don't rain

In indianapolis

In the summertime

And when myself

Is feelin' low

I think about her face

Aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes

I call her up at home

Knowing she's busy

And ask if she

Could get away

And meet me

And grab a bite to eat

She drops

What she's doin'

Hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

But she sits

Waiting patiently

And smiles

When she sees me

Cause she's

Made that way

And if

That's not lovin' me

Then all

I've got to say

God didn't make

Little green apples

It don't snow

In minneanapolis

When the winter comes

There's no such thing

As make believe

Puppy dogs

And autumn leaves

And b b guns

God didn't make

Little green apples

In the summertime

There's no such thing

As dr seuss

Disneyland

And mother goose

Is no nurs'ry rhyme

God didn't make

Little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing

As dr seuss

Disneyland

And mother goose

Is no nurs'ry rhyme